There’s a story your soul told her.
There’s a song your soul sung to her. 
There’s a dream your soul poured into her.

It lingers in the air…

Like musk,
Like a breath,
Like a presence.

There’s a bite in your gentleness.
There’s a cruelty in your softness.
There’s an icicle in your warmth.

You left her bruised.

Were you careless?
Were you thoughtless?
Were you heedless?

Or did you devise it?

Walked through the woods.
Peeked through the curtains.
Swam through the rapids.

Until you found her…

The wild damsel.
The free creature.
The gentle girl.

Dancing,
Singing,
Weaving

Feathers,
Tears 
And smiles.

What a tender smile,
You think.

What a gentle face,
You say.

What a soft hand,
You sigh.

How healing,
How warm,
How quenching. 

You delight in her.
You hide in her.
You regenerate in her.

Look at those trampled violets,
Look a those ruffled feathers,
Look at those broken branches.

You held her too tight,
You discarded her too hastily.

Starving.
Hungry.
Famish. 

Like a child.
Like a boy.
Like a stray.

It will fade,
It will eventually fade. 

The pain,
The memory,
The loneliness…

Yet,
You remain hungry.

Yet,
She remains lost.

And you both roam,
And you both wander,
And you both ramble.

Aimlessly. 

Bones aching. 
Brain aching.
Beating, beating aching hearts.

One decision,
One word,
One step,

And spring can return.

The question,
The presence,
The augur,

Linger, linger
Linger in the air. 

Tell me, my sweet, 
Will spring ever return?